Autumn Wall

Autumn Wall
Pippa Russell

Summer was a dizzying mess of emotions and sweat,
Of waking up under a pile of bent cigarettes and a stranger,
His slow pulse beating in your ear,
A quick hand and a pungent hangover smell.

Of sleepless nights of laughter,
Taking someone’s couch,
Someone’s Hand,
Someone’s meaningless love.

Of lounging with greasy hair,
And that sharp body odour,
At 3 Pm in your Pyjama pants and all,
Singing dated rock ballads.

And then the wall,

The sobriety of approaching autumn,
Of study, of clean nights with a text book,
Missing the dirty nights with a bottle and a boy.

The stumbling, spiraling days,
Time in unsteady, fluttering motion,
Passes you now, quick, slow, quick,
And you regret the ephemeral minutes.

Then finally,

Through the grime of a metro train,
His expressionless face,
And you didn’t kiss him goodbye,
Because summer is over,

You hit the Autumn Wall.

Autumn Wall

Pippa Russell

Kallista, Australia

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I Quite like this.
Sometimes.
Critique is <i>always</i> welcome.

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